And the way she looks at me. The way she looks at us. This girl is incredible.
The curve of her body, the swell of her breasts. Her eyes, her face, her hair. The soft sun-kissed glow of her dark hair and her bright blue eyes. She is something to take notice of.
And I can’t believe she is ours.
“We know you’ve never done this before,” Elliot says. “It’s important for us to go slow.”
“I understand,” she says.
But part of me want to take her rough and fast and hard, even though it’s her first time. I want me and Elliot to pound her and make her gasp and scream and moan and be a wet, soaking mess of sweat and sin before we’re even done with her.
“It’s hard for me to control myself around you,” I say, “so get down on your knees before I take you right here, right now.”
She smiles, licks her lips, and begins to kneel down in front of me. Behind her, I see Elliot’s eyes follow her downward, his gaze glued to her round, delectable ass, knowing we are both going to get a taste of her.
“No, turn around,” I say as she begins undoing my belt slowly. “Not me. I want to see you suck off Elliot.”
I see his jaw clench up as she turns around on her knees between us, giving me that perfect view of her ass. Elliot steps backwards and falls onto the couch smiling as Scarlett crawls between his legs. He spreads them open a little to let her get nice and close to him.
Her body moves so gracefully, and with so much expert poise. She looks like she should be a damn ballerina or something the way she moves.
Kneeling in front of Elliot, she looks over at me and smiles. I watch as she opens her lips up softly and takes Elliot’s cock into her mouth slowly, starting with just the tip and swirling her tongue against it. I never thought I would see the girl I love taking another man, and loving it so much and looking so damn sexy doing it, but I never thought I’d get wrapped up in a small-town girl with a big heart. I never thought I’d want to settle down.
And even though my cock is harder than it’s ever been and I feel enraptured by her beauty, what really has me thrown at this moment is other feelings. Feelings of more than just desire and want. I’ve never seen myself settling down. That was never part of the equation for me. I guess I’d just never found the right girl.
For so long, it’s been just me and Elliot at the helm of the ship, steering it into new waters and making a lot of damn money doing it, too. But now I see something else on the horizon.
And I have to tell her. I have to tell both of them.
But for now, all I can do is watch her lips as she wraps them up around my best friend.
“God Scarlett, you are so fucking good at that,” Elliot groans, lacing his fingers through her hair.
She pulls away from him and stands up as he takes her hips and guides her toward him. I watch as they entange in a kiss.
Scarlett pulls away from him and walks toward me. She puts her arms around my neck and Elliot comes up behind her, taking her ass in his hands.
“I thought you were going to get me ready,” she says, her eyes trailing from mine to Elliot’s.
Scarlett
My body is on fire as I’m wrapped up by both of them, the remaining pieces of their clothes being peeled off, revealing hard, sculpted flesh below.
“On the couch,” Mark commands in a low, soft voice. I walk over, my body feeling like it is made of pure electricity, and sit down looking up at both of them. They are both so hard and I feel my mouth water as my eyes trail down from their faces to their cock, in front of my face like they just to take me right now.
“He didn’t mean like that,” Elliot says, “we want you on all fours.”
My stomach flips over and I feel my hot pussy clench up, desperate to have one of them inside me. I want them to take me one by one, to feel my tightness spread open so far to take their massive cocks inside me. But they aren’t going to do that. They’re going to take me both at the same time.
I slowly turn around, putting my elbows on the back of the couch, my knees at the edge of the seat cushions.
“Like this?” I ask.
Mark comes up behind me and pushes my legs open with his strong hands, grabbing me by the backs of both thighs. I feel myself yelp and moan as he spreads my legs wide apart, giving them a complete view of me from behind.
“Yes,” Elliot says, “exactly like that.”
I keep my legs there, spread open, and I fight the urge to clench them together. Putting them together would put a bit of pressure off my clit, because right now I am soaked and I just need to be touched, filled.
But they are leaving me in the delicious suspense of having them both look at me, and I feel their presence behind me, hungry and hot and thick.
Then I feel a pair of hands come down gently on my ass. I can feel that it is Elliot. His touch is softer than Mark’s, less rough, but more steady. His hands snake down and I feel his lips as he kisses the insides of my thighs, making my shudder at his soft touch.
“That feels so nice,” I moan, biting my lip. His tongue snakes past my folds and he forces his stiff tongue inside me, licking the inside of my pussy, just inside my walls. It drives me crazy as he darts his tongue in and out, and then I tense up and feel a rush of heat inside my clit when spreads my ass apart and pushes a finger gently against my other hole.
“Fuck,” I moan, bolts of electricity racing through my body.
“You kept yourself a virgin back here for us,” Mark says, kneeling on the couch beside me. “Now we are going to show you what a good decision that was.”
Of course I never dreamed of this happening, but in this moment I can hardly believe I am going to allow it to happen.
“I want this,” I cry out as Elliot grinds his tongue from my pussy up to my ass. I feel my belly flip over and my fingers dig into the cushion at the top of the couch as his tongue begins to breach my virgin hole. “Please don’t stop!”
Mark takes my chin in one of his hands and guides my face to his cock, the dripping wet precum salty and hot when I run my tongue up and down the length of him.
“I need to get inside that tight pussy,” Mark groans as I push my lips against his cock. Behind me, Elliot’s tongue swirls against and teases my virgin hole, making me lose my damn mind.
The pressure and intensity inside my body is so tight that I feel I could cum at any moment, even though my clit has remained engorged and untouched for what feels like hours.
“Please do it,” I beg, taking my lips away from Mark as I gaze up at him. “And you too, Elliot. I want both of you. I’ve waited long enough.”
“I still need to get you ready,” Elliot says, tracing his finger along the outside of my ass. “Tell me if you are uncomfortable or want me to stop.”
“I will,” I say, bracing myself against the couch.
Elliot softly pushes his finger against my hole, and I feel my head fall back slightly and my eyes close as I begin to feel the fullness inside me. It feels so foreign, but I love it.
“You okay?” Mark says, reaching down to finally touch my aching clit.
“Yes,” I moan, “yes!”
Elliot pushes his finger in deeper as Mark passes my folds, breaching my pussy. Before I can tell what is happening, they are both fingering me softly, carefully, making the pressure inside me build slowly into something I’ve never come close to feeling before.
Trembling, I look behind me to see Elliot and Mark working my body intently, like hungry wolves about to pounce on their prey.
“I think our girl is good and ready for us,” Mark says, not taking his eyes off of me. “That is so fucking hot, seeing both of her holes like that. We are going to fucking love stuffing you full of our cocks,” he says as he looks up at my eyes.
I whimper as they take their expert hands away, and Mark growls as he takes my hips in his hands, guiding me onto his lap as he sits down.
“Put your pretty pussy right here, baby,” he says, locking eyes with me as he pulls
me forward, pressing my clit against his hot, throbbing cock.
“Shit,” I moan, looking down. He is nowhere near my hole, but I feel myself gasp and shudder against him, my lips spreading out around his hot flesh as he makes his cock grind against my clit.
He reaches across me to the coffee table, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a condom, all while keeping his eyes on mine. He gently pushes my pussy away from him and he tears the foil open, and when he is fully sheathed, he picks me up softly by the hips and forces me down onto his cock in one swift motion, and I moan loudly, wantonly, as he spears into me.
“Fuck Scarlett, that is what I need,” Mark growls, taking my face in his hands. “You are so tight, so soft and sweet. So perfect.”
“You’re going to feel even tighter when I’m deep in that ass,” Elliot says. The cool, sexy Elliot surprises me with his dirty words and I snap my head around to look at him. “You are good and ready, girl. Right, Scarlett? You ready?”
“Yes,” I moan, Mark’s thick cock pummeling in and out of my pussy. “Please, please, I am ready.”
Mark moves so he is laying back on the couch with his ass on the edge of the cushions, and he pulls me close to him, his hands caressing my breasts. I feel Elliot behind me pushing his cock against my ass, and I feel myself tighten up and groan as he pushes the head forward.
Mark’s thrusts slow down and Elliot presses deeper into me, so slowly, and I feel my ass spreading out around him.
“Does that hurt?” Elliot asks.
“No,” I say, breathlessly, “it doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”
“I’m hardly in yet, baby,” he says. “Just wait till I am buried all the way in and you feel both of us slamming in and out of you.”
I’m speechless as I close my eyes, Mark’s lips against mine, and I feel my ass spreading open farther as Elliot presses farther inside my tight, virgin hole.
My heart slams inside me as I feel both of their cocks inside me for the first time, becoming buried deeper and deeper, filling and stretching, but so slowly at first.
“That’s it,” Elliot says, “you can take all of me. I know you can. Good girl.”
Mark pulls his lips away from mine and bends down, taking a nipple between his lips and bucking his hips into me, one of his hands snaking between us to find my clit.
Elliot is deep inside me now, and I am between Elliot and Mark, and Elliot just stays still for a moment.
“Is everything okay?” Mark says, grinding his cock in and out of me. “God Scarlett, you feel so tight with Elliot’s cock inside your ass.”
“Everything’s fine,” Elliot says, “I just think I might cum if I start fucking her. And I want her to cum all over our cocks first.”
“God,” I groan, the sensations of them taking me over, “you both feel so good inside me.”
Elliot presses his cock into me farther, and then pulls it out in time with Mark as he slides in and out of my tight pussy, filling with me feelings of pure ecstasy.
“I’m gonna cum again,” I groan, feeling my pussy clench up. I cream all over Mark’s cock as the two men speed up, pumping in and out of me, and I feel my head get dizzy and woozy as I cry out.
“You are so beautiful,” Mark says, taking my face in his hands. “I…”
His words trail off and his eyes drag up and down my body, and he kisses my cheek as they both keep riding me.
“What is it?” I ask, my hands looping behind his neck.
“You are just perfect,” Mark says, gazing into my eyes.
“Oh fuck,” Elliot says, his hands on my ass, squeezing and kneading my flesh. He bends forward and kisses the back of my neck, and I am completely enveloped in them. “I’m going to cum,” Elliot groans. He pulls out of me and I feel him cumming on my lower back, his hand leveraging against my hip, and Mark grabs my hips, crushing his lips into mine as I feel his cock burst inside my pussy as I begin to come down from my own orgasm.
Mark’s thrusts slow and I feel both men kissing me, showering my curves with attention, making me feel deliciously woozy inside and sweaty and satisfied on the outside. I don’t know where I end and they begin.
Two big, perfect men to give me everything I’ve ever wanted.
Elliot
I don’t want to leave them, and I am actually grateful her apartment is small right now.
“Yeah, come back tomorrow morning,” I say into my phone, letting our driver know we won’t be needing his services for the rest of the night. “Go back to the city. Get a good night’s sleep.”
I’m standing in the corner of her apartment where the small kitchen is tucked, grabbing a few things from the refrigerator. She has healthy stuff here, which works for me. Mark is the carnivore, and he always sets up meetings at Luger’s. My favorite restaurant is a little high-end vegan Asian fusion place on Park Avenue. I’m not vegan, but they have the best lychee martinis and veggie spring rolls, and I can’t wait to bring Scarlett there.
After assembling a few slices of fresh bread, carrots and some raw veggie slices on a plate, I bring it back into the living room where Scarlett and Mark and sitting with a bottle of wine.
“This looks so good,” Scarlett says, her eyes following the platter as I put it on the coffee table.
“I raided your refrigerator,” I say, “I hope you’re okay with that.”
“Okay with it?” she says, taking a snappy bite of a carrot stick, “I’m the one who sent you in there.”
I scoop my arm under her back and she nestles into me, her feet up on Mark’s lap. She is wearing a pretty black nightgown, and her full breasts and hips graze along the silk, making her look like a goddess.
“I wish I could serve this kind of stuff at The Gutter,” she says, nodding toward the tray. “I hate giving people the same few options over and over. But I guess that isn’t really my problem anymore.”
She takes another bite of her carrot and smiles at us.
“It’s your concern if you want it to be,” Mark says. He cups her heel with the palm of his hand and massages her calf, working her tired legs. “Your level of involvement will be up to you. If you want to sit around and give us orders and collect a fat paycheck, you can do that. Or you can give meaningful suggestions about what you think we should do.”
“Something tells us you’ll choose the latter,” I chime in, putting my hands on her shoulders.
“I’d love to still be involved,” she says brightly. “I’m thrilled that you’ve decided to keep me.”
“Keep you?” I say, my hands gliding over her shoulders and neck, “we aren’t going to let you go.”
Scarlett sighs deeply and shifts in her seat, a serious expression overtaking her face. She is a serious girl in a lot of ways: hard-working, devoted to her business, and determined. But I haven’t seen a look of concern on her face like this. Even when talking about the fate of The Gutter, she has a magnetic, infection optimism to her.
“What’s the matter, Scar?” Mark says, peering at her. I can see he is searching her for a clue as to what is on her mind, just like I am.
“I want to talk to you about something,” she says, looking between Mark and me, “I need to talk to both of you.”
“You know you can tell us whatever is on your mind,” Mark says.
I feel my pulse quicken, matching the anxiety in her eyes.
“I have to tell you both how I feel.”
She gets up and walks over to her window, peering out. The apartment at the top of one flight of stairs past the window of a bakery is where she’s been for a long time. I don’t know how long. But I don’t want her to live here anymore. As cute as the apartment is, she deserves more. She has worked hard for it, and Mark and I want to give it to her.
“I have never really left this town. I have never really left home,” she says, “I haven’t really told you guys the details, but both of my parents passed when I was younger. Not super young, but young enough that I was thrust into the real world very quickly and I didn’t really
know what I was doing. And despite all the signs it wasn’t going to work out, I clung to The Gutter because it was the only piece of them that I had left.”
Scarlett turns to us, the bright evening moonlight flooding into the small apartment. It makes her look magical, and even more perfect than she already is.
“You don’t have to tell us everything. You don’t have to tell us anything. You can tell us in your own time, at your own speed, or not at all,” Mark says, “because all we care about is you right now, in this moment, and going forward. Whatever lead you here, it only matters because it lead you to us. And we know you haven’t had the easiest time these past few years, and there is nothing we can do to fix the past, but we can be here for you now.”
“That’s what we want, Scarlett,” I say, stepping toward her. “We want to be here for you. Because the truth is…”
And before I can tell her what I’m thinking, she throws her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek, waving for Mark to join us.
“The truth is I am falling for you too. Both of you. And it’s crazy. I know that. But it doesn’t matter,” she says, kissing us both on the cheek. “It doesn’t matter if it’s crazy.”
She’s right. It doesn’t matter if it’s crazy.
All that matter is that she’s with us.
Mark
I got the best night sleep I’ve gotten in years, even though we didn’t do much sleeping.
The sunlight streams through the small window across the room, dancing on Scarlett as she sleeps. We must have gone to be after midnight, even though we showed up at her place around seven. Five hours of sex. I stifle a small chuckle as I sit on the edge of the bed and run a hand through my hair. Even in my younger years I never had sex for five hours straight.
I cross the room, careful to be quiet, and check my phone. I left it on the coffee table all night and never woke up once to check it. That’s another first for me.
And when I look at my email, I feel a sudden dread seeping into my veins. I scroll through my emails, seeing I have several from the firm. Most are replies to an original email from a couple of days ago, when we hammered out the details of the deal we were preparing to show Scarlett.
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